My niggas, this CokaIt?s Crackology 101, niggaI breed you niggas, my sonsThe penalty is death and I'm inflictin' the torchAnd the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down BronxsterIt's heavy promo catchin' beef with JoeBut my man, don't get caught up in these streets alonethey'll be heavy chopper firin', motherfuckers is dyin'Niggas is runnin', helicopters is flyin'All these suckers is lyin', tell the Feds that they see meAnd I was just island hopin' somewhere in TahitiI think it's called Fiji or somethin' like thatGet your shit pushed, muh'fucker, fuckin' with CrackCatch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistlineLV on this track, hell of a bass lineRemind me of the times I was servin' them base linesOnly Puerto Rican in Harlem, now that's stardomGhetto celeb, I been since I was younger100 mill' strong, still dyin' of hungerUnder the chinchilla, believe me, the shit's realerThis piece'll leave you in pieces and make you sleep betterThe street's terror, the weak better retreatMan, I keep Berettas for these peoples that creepFuckin' crazy niggas, Crack, niggaDamn, those guys are gettin' doughThat's why all these gangsters come to CokeWe get money, money, you got nothin' from meAnd if you get caught, nigga, don't mention JoeDamn, those guys are gettin' doughThat's why all these gangsters come to CokeWe get money, money, you got nothin' from meAnd if you get caught, nigga, don't mention JoeI keep hearin' that Crack's the truthReal niggas is screamin', ?Joe, get back in the booth?Yeah, I do it for them niggas that be huggin' the blocksThose jack boys don't give a fuck dumpin' at copsThese niggas crazy, some more realThey'll get you for everythin', even your Paul Wall grillYes nigga, it's survival out hereThese niggas don't even respect the Bible out hereIt spirals out here, cars and kings tooThat's the only thing this summer gon' bring youI seen it all, man, they love it when I spit caneWalk through the middle and speed with the big chainI got 'em sick, man, look how the shit playin'Piss stains yellow Pebble bezel on the wrist, manYou ain't Pac, you ain't even a great actorMatter of fact, you is a great actorI'm one O.G. you need to respectSpecially if you don't want niggas to see through your chestI caught his momma at the face to faceNow she layin' in St. Raymond?s in section 8, niggaFollow me now, sitDamn, those guys are gettin' doughThat's why all these gangsters come to CokeWe get money, money, you got nothin' from meAnd if you get caught, nigga, don't mention JoeDamn, those guys are gettin' doughThat's why all these gangsters come to CokeWe get money, money, you got nothin' from meAnd if you get caught, nigga, don't mention JoeYeah, this goes out to all them niggasGhetto to ghetto, jails to jailsAll my niggas playin' the yard right now, doin' pull upsPumpin' this shit in your headsets, I love you niggas, CrackOtis Ville, you know it's real, RikersAll my niggas holdin' it downAll my street niggas, gangster niggasDope boys, cook